Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.